9:54 PM |

What has become of a boy who knew the meaning of courage?
What's become of a girl who knew sorrow but was strong?

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...I'll tell you what became of them.
They grew up, grew wiser, and moved on to do greater things.
They dreamed the absurd, thought the unbelievable and did the impossible- and all because they had the faith to press on when they thought they couldn't.

This morning we went for "hell training", as Mr Yong calls it.
My pull-ups suck.
...No, wait. That's an understatement.
My pull-up sucks.

...But wait, that's wrong, too, and why?
I DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A PULL-UP TO WHINE ABOUT, THAT'S WHY.

My canoeing seniors make it look like pea porridge- but that's probably just because:
1) they're uberishly fit
2) the guys have muscles from here to eternity
2) they've actually attempted pull-ups before.

... But I swear that by the beginning of next month, I WILL be able to do pullups.
And by June, I WILL meet the pullup criteria for the girls.

...Then we went for a 2.4 km timetrial. Thankyou, Nina, for pacing with me. I don't think I could have pushed as hard if you hadn't been there. During the actual thing, Imma imagine an imaginary veryfast freakishlyfit Nina running a few strides ahead of me!
Because I'm not sure which I hate most-
people running ahead of me, or people running just behind me.
It makes me want to break away and run far, far away-- which is a very good thing, truth be told.

I remember that at some point during the run, I was just about to give in.
Then I heard Nina cry, "Come on, Cara, use your hurt!"

So, like the obedient girl I am, I sourced around for some hurt to tap into. (which apparently will make you run faster and thus speed up your 2.4 timing.)
... And I was stunned when I realized that I didn't have any hurts to tap into.

...I mean, yeah- I do still have my fears and my screw-ups and my ohmygosh-Imma-curl-up-and-die times...but I don't really have any real hurts. At least not compared to the suffering that the rest of the world's going through; I don't have any valid pain.

Then I realized how blessed I was, and how different my life is now. (if you had asked me to tap into my hurts a year ago, I would have broken down and cried.)
So I was just, like, Oh whatever Lord, I'm going to finish this run for You. Please help me not to fall down and die.

And I ran.

And I beat my previous timing- my timing from those days.

I clocked 10.21- which, yes, I know, isn't the best of timings.
But it's better than my timing from the ________ days. Which, all things considered, is a good thing.
And I got cyberly hit on the head by Thang for "being complacent" but he's just being evil. I KNOW I can improve. I know none of us can ever stop where we are. It'd be lazy and dumb and just plain stupid to think that we're good enough, because

we aren't, we aren't,
I hate to have to quote the ACS motto-
but the best is yet to be!

(cue ACS roar.)

Hahaha so yeah, that's pretty much my day in a nutshell.
1. Morning training
2. School
3. Track training
4. Canoeing meeting
5. Home. And studying.

Isn't my life lovely. So easygoing and free yeah.

(but actually, I'll confess- I'm rather enjoying it.)

"To be second is to be last." - Mr Yong

...Well. I may get second in some things, but I'll be damned if I get second when it comes to mentality and attitude.

Be strong, stay strong, go strong, all the way.

That's the way we should fight, even if we go down fighting.

Jesus take the wheel.

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